There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses...
The Franklin Housing Complex is viewed as the lowest of the very low, even in the city's red light district- the very end of the line. It is a home for the hookers, a condo for the con-artists, a turf for the thieves, and a ménage for the mobsters. A place so shady that even the cops are afraid to go near it- no one really knows if that's for best or worst.
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You must be pretty down on your luck to be taking a boarding key from the crooked-looking lady from behind the front desk. Hell, maybe you're doing pretty well, but you've heard of the dwelling place from the underground grapevine, so you figure you belong here. You're not all that squeaky clean yourself. Perhaps you're an underling in the Mafia, or even just an exotic dancer trying to scrape up money to put yourself through school. Regardless of what profession you're in, you're a pawn of the Dirty District.
Now, in your hands are your suitcases and two keys: One opens the door to the loft you will be sharing with your fellow scum of the earth and unlucky souls, and the other for the only space that is "your own": your bedroom.
Will you stay locked up in your bunk, only sneaking out in the dead of night to grab a bag of chips from the cupboard? Perhaps you will be more social, and try to make friends. God only knows, but you may very well end up King of the damned place.
Whatever you choose... Prepare for the consequences, as those keys are the Devil's number for you.
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You must be pretty down on your luck to be taking a boarding key from the crooked-looking lady from behind the front desk. Hell, maybe you're doing pretty well, but you've heard of the dwelling place from the underground grapevine, so you figure you belong here. You're not all that squeaky clean yourself. Perhaps you're an underling in the Mafia, or even just an exotic dancer trying to scrape up money to put yourself through school. Regardless of what profession you're in, you're a pawn of the Dirty District.
Now, in your hands are your suitcases and two keys: One opens the door to the loft you will be sharing with your fellow scum of the earth and unlucky souls, and the other for the only space that is "your own": your bedroom.
Will you stay locked up in your bunk, only sneaking out in the dead of night to grab a bag of chips from the cupboard? Perhaps you will be more social, and try to make friends. God only knows, but you may very well end up King of the damned place.
Whatever you choose... Prepare for the consequences, as those keys are the Devil's number for you.
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains- and a few more of your least favorite things...
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